What is purpose? Hmm. I think to put it simply is, what’s your reason for getting up in the morning? If you don’t have a reason, then you probably don’t have a purpose. You don’t even necessarily have to write down what your purpose is, but if you find yourself excited to get up in the morning then chances are you’re onto something. I was really confused about my purpose this past year. I wrote it down last year and forgot to look it over. Then a few weeks ago I had a read through and liked what i saw. I revised it somewhat, as you probably should do from time to time, especially if you aren’t quite sure or if you start growing. Some things to help you out on this lesson.
What makes you smile? What are you really good at? What excites you? What can you do for hours on end? What are your morals, beliefs and values? What would you regret not doing in your life? What do people most ask you for help with?
Answer all those questions. Then go watch Groundhog Day and learn some lessons. You can screw up over and over until you finally get sick of screwing up. Eckart Tolle likes to say that being in deep suffering is a great way to become conscious. Or, in other words, you’ll get sick of feeling sorry for yourself and start finding purpose when you hit rock bottom.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” – by Marianne Williamson